To My Baby’s Daddy-

Thank you for giving me 60 shots in my thighs.

Thank you for holding my hair and wiping my face when I was puking in the parking lot after the 1st IVF procedure.

Thank you for holding my hand through many painful procedures and wiping my tears after many painful disappointments.  I realize I’m stronger than I look and I probably near-bout squeezed your hand off…  (But, “Bitch Please…..”, don’t be surprised.  And, let this be a lesson, and a reminder– I could completely “take you” in any wrestling/scrappy-grappling/mixed-martial arts scenario imaginable.  Bitch, please…. you know I could).

Thank you for bringing me yummy food and goodies and making sure I had good movies to watch while on the couch recovering.

Thank you for spoiling me rotten during pregnancy by taking care of me and also completely redoing our house.

Thank you for coming to every single one of my drs appointments.  Seriously- every. single. one.

Thank you for being my “rock” during my scary labor.  (Seriously, y’all- I was freaking the f-out- as per usual.  Crazel was as cool as a cucumber- as per usual).

Thank you for always being the voice of reason and talking me down when I need it— when the worry is over-the-top (which is all the damn time, really).

Thank you for taking care of me after my C-section.  A newborn baby and new-born-babymama-going-crazy-recovering-from-surgery-and-trying-to-breastfeed– must not have been all that easy.  Not easy at all.

Thank you for being patient with me.

Thank you for being a good sport about the daily donning of my flannel basketball pajama bottoms- – - – and, y’all-they were made for a 13-year-old-boy and I seriously put them on immediately after work like about 5 days a week.  For like the last 9-10 years.  Seriously-like as soon as I walk in the door.  And, seriously- they have basketballs- ALL OVER THEM.  Ok, damnit— ** see below**

Seriously though….

Thank you for taking such good care of our daughter.  And, of me.

Thank you for loving our daughter so much that you can’t stand to be apart from her; check in on her every single night while she’s sleeping; sing to her; play your guitar for her; laugh with her- and at her; teach her; hold her; protect her; read to her; cry for her; take the BEST care of her.

(Already, in her short 10 months here- she is 100% completely/wholly/unabashedly SMITTEN with you.  Like in a MAJOR way.  Luci loves her Daddy like there is no tomorrow!!!!!!)

To sum it all up, thank you for giving us our Luci.  And, thank you for being the best Dad I could have ever dreamed Luci to have.  She is the luckiest little girl on the planet.  And, I’m the luckiest lady.

Happy Father’s Day.